Warm Grays
the flowers were still blooming when you left us the leaves on the trees had just returned from winter’s keep
translucent green and sunlight in their tranquil effervescent dance but your eyes no longer here to see
you were just here and now you’re not
but you’ve painted the rest of my days with soft orange and warm grays and etched in the wisdom to cherish each moment so I may live and I may love with no regrets.
